The opponent immediately closed the distance, and Xie Qing continued to watch him with a cold gaze. Clenching his fingers, which held the shaft of a spear, he used lightning and turned the weapon into ash that gently scattered, falling to the ground and a little into his palm.
Swinging his hand, Xie Qing caught the sword that flew out of its sheath, then looked at the opponent with a piercing gaze, who was already preparing for the next attack.
"I wonder who you are, worm? Someone at your level of cultivation shouldn't have anything to do with me. But look at you… attacking me without reason. Tsk."
Xie Qing cracked his neck in irritation, and a vein popped out on his forehead. Standing in a stance, he attacked without hesitation.
Boom! Boom!
Dark clouds gathered above them, and then the sound of thunder echoed everywhere, deafening the listeners. The man who attacked Xie Qing squinted and clicked his tongue, deflecting the attack with his spear.
